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Townhouse Days

(revisited juvenalia)

Portals where I once would stand
on this quiet, cobbled street,
where the banger tapped the wood
as I played in the window seat.

I lingered there, away from sun,
watching doors swing to and fro;
and drank life’s clatter, full of fun,
then slipped inside before the snow.  

I'd never wandered far from here —

it was safe when days turned rough —
until the years unlearned my fear,
and doors no longer seemed so tough.

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